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Published: 2008-09-06 19:26:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 1591; Favourites: 23; Downloads: 0
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Photo taken one morning , somewhere near the Roman Square.PS desaturated. Frame added.
Mother, father please explain to me
Why a world so full of mystery
A place so bitter and still so sweet
So beautiful and yet so full of sad, sad...
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Mother, father do you know
Why one mans belly overflows
Another sleeps in hungers bed
Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread
[Lyrics by Dave Matthews Band - Mother, Father]
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ow, thank you...!
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hello,..
i was featured this pic on my news "101 people (sleep series)"
thanks
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da, era destul de rece, desi era septembrie...
noaptea se facea destul de al naibii de frig... si sa dormi pe ciment, jos, chiar si la 10 grade...
i would skip that, if i was asked...
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nu stiu mereu cand vad genul asta de poza si vreau sa spun ca mi plac ma simt ipocrita. adica daca acei oameni n-ar mai dormi pe strada eu n-as mai avea ce poza sa laud. simt ca ma doare acest putin din viata lor prezentat.
nu stiu...
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eu nu ma laud cu poza asta. ci doar o arat.
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nu vroiam sa spun asta. sunt super de acord cu a arata astfel de poze pentru ca deh sunt o realitate pe care nu multi o mai tin minte. eu vroiam sa spun ca eu ma simt pe undeva vinovata deoarece imi vine sa o laud.
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aha. well, you don't have to
I understand.
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They say it's not sad, it's life!
*sigh*
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I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.
I was unrecognizable to myself.
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face.
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away
On the Streets of Philadelphia.
I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone,
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,
At night I could hear the blood in my veins,
Black and whispering as the rain,
On the Streets of Philadelphia.
Ain't no angel gonna greet me.
It's just you and I my friend.
My clothes don't fit me no more,
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin.
The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake,
I can feel myself fading away,
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the Streets of Philadelphia
Bruce Springsteen - Streets of Philadelphia
nu-i deloc liric dramatismul unei astfel de experiente ; cateodata ma intreb daca exista si zona de mijloc intre cele doua extreme ale "socialului" ; cred ca nu exista,totusi. ce numim zona de mijloc e de fapt extrema mizeriei , cu o rochie noua pe ea...
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